Chapter 48

“Never open your mouth, unless you’re in the dentist chair” ~ Sammy “The Bull” Gravano

JORDAN POV

Some things are just so wrong. From start to finish, the idea of their existence is a simple absurdity. Like the things, my sister was telling me.

Right now, the Rothschilds and Cattanio - Alderman were the classic English and French grotesque. Frenemies if you want to call them. The Cattanio - Alderman took the better half of the deal and my people got the shit end of the stick. That was just life right now.

"Honestly, Yel. That is one thing that can send them raging. I don't even want to think of what would happen if I ran." I said into the phone, pacing the length of my vast bedroom.

Assuming I made it out of the manor without ticking off Dante who had the eyes of the hawk, or his Dobermans and Great Danes, just where would I run off to?

Last time I checked, Melody and her fathers practically owned the United States, if not the rest of the world. They would find me, and only God knows